The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

The pill melted in her mouth, and a warm current instantly flowed through Lan Yunyan's body, relieving her pain.

At the same time, the strong man struggled to stand up, and when he saw Ling Xiu Han appear, his face became extremely ugly.

"Who are you? How dare you ruin my good thing!" the strong man shouted angrily.

Ling Xiu Han slowly stood up, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"If you dare to hurt her, today will be the day you die." His voice was as cold as ice, making people shudder.

Ling Xiuhan swung his sword, and a sharp sword energy shot straight at the strong man. The strong man hurriedly resisted, but Ling Xiuhan's strength far exceeded his imagination.

The sword energy instantly broke through the strong man's defense, leaving a deep wound on his body.

The strong man looked at Ling Xiu Han in horror and turned to flee. But Ling Xiu Han would not let him escape so easily. He flashed and appeared in front of the strong man in an instant, stabbing out with the long sword in his hand like lightning.

The strong man had no time to react before the sword pierced his chest.

The strong man's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. He slowly fell to the ground, his life force gradually fading.

Ling Xiu Han turned back to Lan Yunyan and held her in his arms again.

"Xiao Yan'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." He said softly.

Lan Yunyan smiled weakly, then slowly closed her eyes and fell into a coma peacefully.

Ling Xiu Han hugged Lan Yunyan tightly, his eyes full of tenderness.

When Lan Yunyan woke up, it was almost dusk. The room was bathed in a faint twilight, making it seem exceptionally quiet and a little chilly.

She slowly opened her eyes and her gaze wandered around the room, but she did not catch sight of the familiar figure.

An indescribable sense of emptiness suddenly surged in Lan Yunyan's heart, making her feel inexplicably panicked.

She sat up gently, her eyes wandering among the messy bedding, trying to find any trace of him.

There seemed to be a lingering fragrance from his hair on the pillow, mixed with the faint incense in the room, making her mood even more confused.

"Xiu Han..." She called softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito, but filled with endless longing and anxiety.

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white from the effort, revealing her inner anxiety.

Everything around seemed so quiet, only the occasional bird calls outside the window broke the depressing atmosphere.

Lan Yunyan turned her gaze to the window and saw the last ray of sunset slowly sinking into the horizon, dyeing the sky orange-red. It was so beautiful that it was breathtaking, but also a bit sad.

She slowly got out of bed and stepped barefoot on the cold ground. A chill rushed from the soles of her feet to her heart, but it was not as great as the loneliness in her heart.

She walked to the window, leaned against the window frame, looked at the gradually blurred scenery in the distance, and felt mixed emotions.

"Why did he leave without saying goodbye?" Lan Yunyan asked silently in her heart, but no one could give her an answer.

The corner of her mouth curled up into a bitter smile, which contained too much helplessness and bitterness.

Just then, a breeze blew by, bringing a few fallen leaves, which gently fell on her shoulders.

She reached out and picked up a leaf, staring at the withered yellow veins, as if looking for some answer.

After a moment, she sighed softly, released the fallen leaf, and let it drift away with the wind.

Night gradually fell, and Lan Yunyan still stood in front of the window, allowing the night to completely envelope her.

"Master, you're awake!" A soft but somewhat anxious voice, like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, penetrated the fog in Lan Yunyan's heart.

She turned her head slightly and saw a maid in light green standing by the bed, with an expression of joy and worry that could not be concealed on her face.

At this moment, tears were glistening in Bi Yao's eyes. She was obviously relieved that her master had woken up, but she was also frightened by her previous helplessness.

Lan Yunyan smiled softly, a smile that was faint but warm enough to warm one's heart. "Yingyue, I'm fine, don't worry." Her voice was thin, but it revealed a reassuring strength.

Upon hearing this, Yingyue couldn't help but let the tears fall. She quickly wiped them away with her sleeve and choked out a sob, "Master, you were unconscious for so long, I was terrified. Fortunately, you finally woke up."

As she spoke, Yingyue quickly walked to the table, poured a glass of warm water, and carefully placed it in front of Lan Yunyan. "Master, drink some water to moisten your throat first."

Lan Yunyan took the cup and took a sip. The warm water flowed down her throat, seeming to moisten her parched heart. She looked up at Yingyue, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Yingyue, thank you for always being by my side."

Yingyue shook her head, her eyes reddening even more. "Master, this is what a servant should do. By the way, Master Ling has something to do, so he'll leave first."

Lan Yunyan was slightly startled, and the sense of loss in her heart became stronger.

She looked at Yingyue's red eyes and asked softly, "Did he leave any words?"

Yingyue said, "Master Ling told us to take good care of you."

After hearing Yingyue's words, Lan Yunyan felt a ripple in her heart.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her thoughts drifting away. It turned out that he still cared about her in his heart.

After a moment's silence, Lan Yunyan raised her head, looked at Yingyue and asked, "Do you know where he went?"

Yingyue shook her head slightly, "Mr. Ling never mentioned where he was going, so I don't know." Lan Yunyan sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

She slowly walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside, and thought to herself.

The sky outside the window is as blue as a gem, and white clouds are floating leisurely, but Lan Yunyan's mood cannot be as peaceful as this scenery.

Ling Xiu Han's figure kept appearing in her mind. His smile, his eyes, and his every move were like marks engraved in her heart, lingering.

Lan Yunyan stood quietly in front of the window, letting her thoughts drift.

She recalled the scene of her first meeting with Ling Xiu Han. At that time, his eyes revealed a deep determination, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

And his smile, like the warm sunshine in spring, warmed her once cold heart.